I know I'm an exciting, OK kinda guy. I once had a girlfriend. And she went to pieces every time she saw me. This is the song I sang to her as she was falling apart.
Shiny chum, don't be shy. Don't be mum, just say "hi!". And we can play together. I want to be your friend.. Let's play ball, let's fly kites. Best of all, let's be knights!.
Some kids just love. To play with dolls. Or put on funny hats. And some make pets. Of birds and fish. And dogs and. Alley cats. That's not the way. I like to play.
Big Bird: I think that it is wonderful. To wake up with the sun. When it has just begun. To shine. Hello, bright morning sun. . The Count: I think that it is wonderful.
I, stand up straight and tall,. I, never bend at all.. I, important.. I, incredible.. I, dot the top and I will always. Be the same.. . I, think of one thin line..
(Car horn) Beep beep! Beep beep!. . Some of the words that begin with I they get to be quite tricky. There's intersection and illegal, irritate and icky.
Ernie: Gee, Bert, it's so much fun, I know you'll like it once we've begun. . Bert: Ernie, I've gotta wash my hair, I've gotta scrub my toes. . Ernie: We Bert, will have a ball, if I can get you to sing at all.
I see some paint, some clay, some chalk, I wonder what I'll do. I can make an elephant, a horse, a dog, a shoe. I might imagine something large or tiny as can be.
Bob: Pit pitter pat. Pit pitter pat. Pit pitter pat. Pit pitter pat. I love when it rains. It's thrilling. When it's spilling. And just filling. The drains.
You want to talk some trash?. . Oh, I love trash. Anything dirty or dingy or dusty. Anything ragged or rotten or rusty. Yeah, I love trash. . I got me a sneaker that's tattered and worn.
Oh, I love trash!. Anything dirty or dingy or dusty. Anything ragged or rotten or rusty. Yes, I love trash. . I have here a sneaker that's tattered and worn.
I love my elbows. Let's get straight to the point. I love my elbows. Yeah they're my favorite joint. They bend my arms with so much charm and finesse.
I love summer showers. I love pretty flowers. But most of all...I love mud for hours. I love, love, love being a pig!. . I love how mud feels. I love how mud sounds.
Bert: I like to sing LOUD!. Farley: I like to sing soft. Bert: I like to sing LOUD!. Farley: I like to sing soft. Bert: I like to sing high!. Farley: I like to sing low.
Cow: "Hmmm-hmm-hmmm ... (he looks up and reads the sign) 'I know I am a (coe).' ... That doesn't sound right.". (A farmer comes in, grumbling). Farmer: "Mumble-mumble -- You're not a coe, you're a cow!".
I can walk to the park. I can hop, I can skip. And it's fun. Yeah, it's fun. I can climb on the bars. And pretend it's a ship. I can slide. I can run.
I just adore four. The number for me. You can't deplore four. It's less than five, more than three. You can have four doors. Or four dinosaurs. Four janitors.
I was lying in my bed on a quiet night. Went down to the kitchen to get myself a bite. I reached for the light as I walked in the door. But I tripped and knocked a big old pot.
Dum dum dee dooo. Dooo dooo. I have a little plant. I always give her water. 'Cause you see. She really loves her water. And she says. (ding, ding) (sounds like a triangle).
I have a chair. Gets me from here to there. Takes me most anywhere. That any two feet could take me. . I have a chair. Helps me to get around. Gets me to where I'm bound.